The Legend of the Netherworld

When Liu Yi heard about Lu Qinghan's strength at the Dingchou Sixth Realm, he couldn't help but feel shocked and confused, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Lin Jiao noticed her anxiety and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, just do your best. Winning or losing is not important."

Liu Yi nodded and asked, "I know. Sister Lin Jiao, are you going to watch my game?"

Lin Jiao glanced at Lin Xiao, who was meditating with his eyes closed, and said slowly, "I won't go. I'll stay here to protect Lin Xiao. Senior Sister Lin Qing and Wang Hao will come to watch you fight and cheer you on."

Liu Yi understood, so he stood up from his seat and went to the ring next door, and Wang Hao and others also went there with him.

After they left, Lin Jiao turned around and looked at Lin Xiao beside her. Seeing that all the scars on his body had healed, without even a scar left, a relieved smile appeared in Lin Jiao's eyes, and her gaze stayed on Lin Xiao.

It wasn't until the Sect Master announced the winner that Lin Jiao turned her attention back to the arena. "Lü Qinghan of Tianji Pavilion wins. Next up is Li Qing of Chanyi Hall versus Han Ruizhe of Sanyuan Palace."

"What, they're meeting in the second round?" The disciples in the stands were shocked, but secretly delighted in their hearts, because this would be a visual feast for physical cultivators.

At this time, some disciples whispered, "This Han Ruizhe is the second senior brother of Sanyuan Palace. It is said that his strength is on par with the eldest senior brother Gongsun Minghui of Sanyuan Palace. It's just that he joined the sect too late, so he became the second senior brother."

The revelations at this time undoubtedly made the battle very interesting and ignited the atmosphere.

Lin Jiao turned to look at Han Ruizhe on the stage, a cold smile playing on her lips. Sensing the aura he exuded, she thought to herself, "It seems he's made considerable progress recently, having actually broken through to the fifth level of Jiayin. However, this still may not be enough to deal with Li Qing."

However, Li Qing still hadn't appeared on the ring. The disciples in the stands were searching for him and discussing the situation. One disciple from Sanyuan Palace even shouted to Chanyi Hall, "Senior Brother Li Qing is scared and doesn't dare to accept the challenge."

The disciples of Chan Yi Tang were not to be outdone and responded, "You're going to lose anyway, so why rush? When the time comes, I'll beat up your Second Senior Brother, and you won't be happy about it."

Meanwhile, Elder Chanxin, sitting in the elders' stand, looked mortified. He had no idea where his most senior disciple had gone, and his eyes revealed anxiety. If he didn't show up soon, he would be declared the loser. Elder Sanyuan, however, looked relaxed, secretly hoping that Li Qing would be declared the loser, thus saving his disciples from a formidable foe.

After a long while, Elder Sanyuan said, "Master, what do you think about this?"

The Sect Master then stood up and announced the winner to the disciples in the stands. Elder Sanyuan finally couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy, while Elder Chanxin's face was ashen. He wanted to stop the Sect Master but had no reasonable reason to say so.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly landed on the stage and knelt on one knee. It was Li Qing from the Zen Hall. Li Qing first bowed to the elders' stand, then turned and bowed to the disciples' stand to express his apology.

Seeing Senior Brother Li Qing bowing like this, the disciples in the stands stopped pursuing the matter of his lateness, and the Sect Leader didn't want to miss this battle, so he returned to his seat and waited for the duel to begin.

Elder Sanyuan's face turned gloomy, and he felt deeply sorry, while Elder Chanxin's mouth corners slightly raised, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Lin Jiao looked at Li Qing who suddenly appeared on the stage, then turned to look at the edge of the stage. Seeing Zhang Ning from Tianji Pavilion, she sighed inwardly, "It seems like they've formed an alliance."

Li Qing bowed slightly to Han Ruizhe in front of him, indicating that he had been waiting for a long time.

However, Han Ruizhe had a cold expression and icy eyes, and said calmly: "You don't have to do all this to me. Just give it your all in this battle, and that will be the best apology to me."

Before he finished speaking, Han Ruizhe unleashed his "Demon Steps" and attacked with ghostly speed, leaving a trail of afterimages on the stage. The disciples in the stands exclaimed, "This is too fast!"

Li Qing responded without hesitation by using the "Phantom Body Technique", leaving behind every afterimage left by Han Ruizhe the image of Li Qing.

"What? These two body cultivators are too crazy!" The disciples in the stands were shocked, and the atmosphere reached a climax in an instant.

Han Ruizhe's heart suddenly froze. He didn't expect that Li Qing's "Phantom Body Skills" were so terrifying. He turned around abruptly and used the "Thor's Fist" to attack Li Qing behind him with thunderous momentum. Every afterimage was using the "Thor's Fist" to attack Li Qing behind him.

Li Qing's expression was contemptuous, his eyes revealing the word "relaxation". He used the "Wind and Thunder Fist" move accompanied by the power of wind and lightning to meet Han Ruizhe. Thunder and lightning flashed, and a flash of lightning-like light enveloped the stands. Han Ruizhe was suddenly blown away, while Li Qing stood quietly in his place.

Li Qing's eyes suddenly showed a murderous aura. He used the "Phantom Body Technique" again and came behind Han Ruizhe who was still flying. He used the "Wind and Thunder Fist" to hit Han Ruizhe heavily and slammed him into the barrier in the opposite direction.

Han Ruizhe suddenly felt a chill on his back, his face changed suddenly, and then unbearable pain came from his back, and he lost consciousness.

At this moment, Elder Sanyuan instantly stood up from his chair, staring at Li Qing on the ring.

The other elders also showed shock on their faces, but Elder Chanxin's face was filled with joy. He enjoyed the elders' astonished gazes and thought to himself, "Li Qing, this kid, really made me proud. How cool!"

Especially when looking at the eyes of Elder Sanyuan, Elder Chanxin suddenly felt extremely proud, and the haze that Daoyi had felt yesterday disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, the disciples in the stands fell silent, all of them shocked by Senior Brother Li Qing's instant kill. No one could have predicted such an outcome, and everyone looked at each other, at a loss.

At this time, the disciples of Chan Yi Tang reacted, applauded and cheered enthusiastically, and kept mocking San Yuan Palace.

"The strength displayed by Senior Brother Li Qing is even more terrifying than Senior Sister Lin Jiao. I personally declare that Senior Brother Li Qing is the strongest disciple of this session." At this time, a disciple from the Zen Heart Hall loudly expressed his inner thoughts.

"From the perspective of opponents alone, Senior Brother Li Qing is much stronger than Senior Sister Lin Jiao. After all, Han Ruizhe is at the fifth level of Jiayin," many disciples responded.

"I will not express any opinion before Zhang Ning of Tianji Pavilion and Gongsun Minghui of Sanyuan Palace take action." Although Minghu's face was full of shock, he still said the most rational words.

"Li Qingsheng from the Zen Hall, the next match will be between Zhang Ning from the Tianji Pavilion and Lei Yong from the Xuanzhen Pavilion," the head of the sect announced solemnly.